“Tell me what happened,” he said.
“Oh, I don’t know. Dad was expecting you. Some one threw something against a window, and Dad asked who it was. I—I heard Jimmy answer. He told who he was. I don’t think Dad wanted to open the door, but I—oh, I asked him to. And when he opened the door—”
“Yeah,” said Roaring miserably. “He wasn’t armed either.”
“Yes, he was,” said Dawn. “I—I think his gun flew out of his hand. There were two shots fired.”
“I shot one of ’em,” said Jimmy quickly. “I thought I saw somebody.”
“Somebody come,” said Mrs. Conley.
The front door was wide open, and when they looked out the yard was full of men and horses. Roaring met them at the doorway.
“Smart, eh?” growled Regan. “Sneaked out on us, eh? Where’s old Moses Conley?”
“Don’t yell,” said Roaring. “Send one of your men after the doctor; Moses Conley has been shot.”
Franklyn Moran crowded in past Roaring and met Jimmy face to face.